Why!

Used to wonder why I had been born.

Why life had started so small and helpless.

Why I breathed my first breath with a cry.

Why I opened my hazel eyes so slowly.

Why I sucked my thumb with such vigor.

Why I slept with my right arm above my head.

Why I carried a stuffed dog over my shoulder.

Why I crawled everywhere,

taking my first steps and fell when

no one was watching.

Why I spit out the mashed peas and carrots

and blurted simple nouns.

Why I pulled my mother’s hair with glee.

Why she always tucked me in my crib so snugly.

Why I am here today is because of love

and this is why I share my thoughts 

and existence with you, 

beautiful stranger.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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7 Responses to Why!

  1. I was inspired to write this poem after receiving a very heartfelt letter from my mother on my 30th birthday two weeks ago. My mother also included an old tape recording of me crying and shrieking with wonder just 3 months after birth. In the tape, I heard my mother’s gentle voice comforting me, her fingers tickling my pale new skin, coaxing the spirit out of me. I felt so much closer to her love in that moment that I started sobbing like a baby. It seems that, throughout life, we carry the purest joys around inside us, just as our mothers did. Our words and actions are that upwelling of joy, that eternal spring of youth.

  2. jeandesanto says:

    I like this poem. And the last line especially. Your photographs are wonderful. Now, you need to go from Oregon to Alaska. The only logical next step. 🙂

    • Thank you, Jean! I appreciate your kind words. The thought had crossed my mind about living in Alaska, but I just moved from Coos Bay to Corvallis and my wife has a new job. If we get some time off, I’d love to go vacation there…for now, I’ll just have to settle for beautiful photographs and adventure stories. I hope you are having a relaxing night 🙂

  3. Gallivanta says:

    These words/thoughts echo some I have been reading by John O’Donohue; how we come from love. What a precious letter and recording from your mother.

  4. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Happy Mother’s Day to every Mother on Earth! I was inspired to write this poem after receiving a very heartfelt letter from my mother on my 30th birthday in March. My mother also included an old tape recording of me crying and shrieking with wonder just 3 months after birth. In the tape, I heard my mother’s gentle voice comforting me, her fingers tickling my pale new skin, coaxing the spirit out of me. I felt so much closer to her love in that moment that I started sobbing like a baby. It seems that, throughout life, we carry the purest joys around inside us, just as our mothers did. Our words and actions are that upwelling of joy, that eternal spring of youth.

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